I head towards the park, not entirely sure why I’m going to this place. I sit down on the grass, and I wait. After fifteen minutes, Josh collapses beside me. He looks over, and he grins.
“Hey Sammy, how you doing?”
I just smile back. I start unpacking the bag I brought. Josh groans when he sees the huge pile of papers I start spreading out in front of me.
“Sammy,” he whines, “Why are we working? This is our lunch break!”
“We have to get this done, Josh.”
He rolls his eyes and lies back on the grass, hands behind his head. I glance over at him, admiring the lean figure beneath the rumpled suit. I mentally slap myself, wondering how I ever allowed myself to think it.
I’m not entirely sure how I met Josh. He was just some guy from some smoky political bar, but he didn’t seem like the rest. He had an amazing energy, and a purpose. I was just an ordinary guy from a campaign office.
And then we were meeting for lunch every other day, going to the same parties and crashing at each other’s apartments. It just seemed natural, as if we had always known each other. Which is why, I guess, we’re sitting here, bickering over work and lunch.
“Josh! That’s *my* sandwich!”
“Well, now it’s mine.”
“Bully.”
He just grins at me with a mouth full of sandwich. I pick up another one, wondering how much longer I can pretend this is enough. I’ve always liked women, y’know, before now, but with Josh, it’s different. He’s all energy and charm and wit. And I think I’m in love.
I keep telling myself that’s ridiculous, but today, under the sun in the park, I can see it for sure. I love Josh Lyman.
Of course, this is bad on so many levels! We’re looking for careers in politics - we can’t have that kind of relationship! So, I’ll just sit here, and forget all about it. I swear I will.